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Conning the Arena

Chapter 1

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By Draconicon

Olag grinned at the familiar buzzer breaking the steady rhythm of grunts and thuds in the arena, holding the final pose of his arm outstretched and knowing that there was no reason to pull it back. Less than no reason, as a matter of fact, not that the refs knew that. The polar bear kept his fist pushed out, waiting for the -

Thump.

And there it was. The dark-furred Tasmanian Devil hit the ground, no longer able to support himself against the far wall of the cage, and the hum of the barriers went down. Olag stood up straight, pulling his arm back down to his side as the boos began. He laughed, turning in place, looking out at all the men and women around the cage, smirking here and there at the particularly vile shouts that came raining down on him.

"Yeah, yeah, hate me as much as you want. I still get paid."

The cage, as it was referred to, was a fighting arena about fifteen feet wide, just large enough for someone to get a good run-up for the charges that some species liked to get in a fight, and just close enough that you couldn't run away forever. Circular with a charged-steel side with slats that allowed the viewers to look in, the cage was meant to be a hazard of sorts for the fighters. It had turned into more than just a regular one for the Devil he'd been fighting; the short guy was still unconscious. Probably battered hard against the metal bars behind him, smacking his head around as well as knocking the air from his lungs.

Didn't matter in the long term. The usual hole in the floor opened up, allowing the medics to come out. They put the other guy on a stretcher as the ref walked over and held the bear's arm in the air.

"And, once more, the winner is the Polar Terror!" the wolf said into his microphone. "Will this bear go all the way to the top? Only time will tell, folks."

Not that the crowd wanted that, judging by the boos. Olag chuckled, shaking his head as the wolf dropped his hand. The canine gestured at the hole in the floor and the ramp leading away, and the bear took his cue to head down to the locker rooms below the arena. The buzzer sounded again, a higher tone as the wolf began the announcements for the next fight, the next match-ups.

It didn't matter to Olag. Not at that point. He wasn't going to be called in to fight again for at least a few hours. Probably not for another day, considering the losses that the betting audience had just taken.

Besides, they needed time to build up another guy for the con to work again. They had him out when someone was getting too strong, getting too powerful, too well-liked in the arena. They had him there to knock them down a peg and keep the bets from getting too high, paying out too much.

And they didn't even have to rig the fights...

The polar bear passed through the locker room. The usual hateful glances from the other competitors, the other cage-fighters, rolled off him the same as ever. He grinned at them as he walked down one steel-tiled aisle, going to his locker at the very end of it. He was already loosening his belt, one hand out to touch the scanner on the locker itself -

A blur came from the side, and Olag took the punch on his jaw. His head snapped to the left, and he paused, holding it there.

"You couldn't have held back just this once, you son of a bitch?"

The bear slowly turned his head back, looking at the orca that had decided that tonight was a good time to start something. He chuckled, crossing his arms as he rolled his jaw around. No damage, despite the cracking sound that had followed the blow. He smirked.

"You think I'm gonna go easy on anyone up there, Frank?"

"I think that you need to be taught a lesson."

"Bring it on anytime."

"How about now, you -"

Olag laughed. Frank growled, the orca stepping up to him, trying to throw that half-inch of height that he had over the bear into his intimidation attempt. Didn't work. Hell, if the other guy had been a foot taller than him, it wouldn't have worked. Olag had seen far worse than that.

Of course, laughing at a pissed-off cage fighter was a good way to get 'em all riled up, too. Olag was counting on that, and he saw the next punch coming. The bear caught it halfway between them, and then shoved his arm forward...and then pushed it further than he should have.

Crack.

"AAAAGH!"

Frank slumped down, going halfway to his knees before Olag eased up slightly. The bear held firm, but reined most of his strength. Using just enough pressure to keep the pain going and keep the orca down, he leaned in.

"Lemme tell you something, Frank. Reggie knew that he was going up against me. And I knew that he was gonna come hard, no matter how much you told him to hang back and just end it quick. He fought good. Not great, but good. Think I'm gonna disrespect that, huh?"

"You...you son of a bitch...my wrist..."

"It'll get better. Same with Reg. Now, get your head out of your ass and stop trying to start something."

He let go. Frank pulled back, cupping his wrist and biting back yelps of pain. It wasn't a good look for the orca, and Olag gave him the benefit of a wandering eye.

All the other fighters had turned away, none of them wanting to get involved in something that was, as far as they were concerned, none of their business. The polar bear preferred that.

Making his way to his locker without further interruptions, he scanned his hand and shucked his shorts. The sweaty things went in, and he walked out with nothing but his towel. No point in anything else down here; the lockers went right to the dorms and vice versa. Clothes weren't a thing down here, and there were rewards waiting for him that would have been hard to enjoy with his clothes on.

The polar bear walked down the short hall between the lockers and the many small quarters that the fighters were allowed. Each door was locked with a hand-scanner, same as the lockers, though half of 'em were busted. Some of the fighters found that out real quick and started fucking with each other. Some of 'em even tried that with him when he first arrived, when he'd been at the bottom of the roster.

They tried it once. And only once.

His door was at the far end of the hall, not the champion's room - hell, he'd never be champion, just because they'd never get him out of the room again - but the one next to it. The heel, the asshole, the one that constantly threatened the champion only to spit on the crown and refuse to take it. That was what they used him for here.

He scanned his hand beside the silver door, waited for it to open, and then stepped inside. The small room, barely eight feet by eight feet, was just enough for a bed that was slightly too small for his girth, a mirror, and a shower-toilet in the corner. Other than that, there was nothing in the dorm.

The bed was occupied, too. The prize for his match, a maned wolf slave-toy bought by the arena to tease him and slake his lusts for battle, was waiting, naked, wearing nothing but the collar of his station. Olag chuckled, leaning back against the closing door.

"You ready to give me what I want, boy?" he asked.

"Yes, sir," the maned wolf said, eyes low.

Olag liked the look of this one. He had a slender build, the sort that said that he'd been a bit of a rent boy for a while, long enough to learn that the average client liked boyish or feminine builds. No ass to speak of, so probably ain't had that much in the way of rich clients yet, but the sort of body that called out for use regardless. Cock tucked, tied down with wire just behind the head which led back to what was probably a plug in the ass.

Face? Olag never had much use for a pretty face, unless it was choking around his dick. This one had a quiet, sad face, though. Probably someone that had been pushed into this, that was just seeing it as a job.

He understood that. He nodded.

"Alright. You got a plug?" the bear asked.

"Yes, sir."

"Take it out. Lemme see."

As the red-furred slut turned around, going to all fours on the bed, Olag glanced at the mirror. Nothing out of the ordinary there, just a different view. Some time, then. He looked back at the slut and grinned as that large, metal plug started its journey out, the slut's hole opening and closing as it popped free. A good gape, just right for someone like him to enjoy.

"Alright...that's what I like to see, bitch."

"Thank you, sir."

"Hey, hey...don't sound so dead. We're both gonna enjoy this."

The polar bear planned to make sure of that.

Tossing his towel to the floor, Olag crossed the room, standing beside the bed and gripping his cock by the base. A few strokes had him hard as a rock, ten-plus inches standing out and throbbing hard. He pulled at his cock a few times, dragging his foreskin down from the head, smelling both his own sweat and the smell that clung down there. A nice, heavy musk that he rather enjoyed, he had to admit. Most of the sluts that he enjoyed seemed to get something from it, too.

He dragged his cock up and down that small, flat ass, hooking the open hole a few times before pushing the head against it proper. The maned wolf groaned under him, lifting his ass a little higher. Olag pressed forward, just enough to feel the tightness that remained despite the gape, their size difference rather extreme.

"Nnngh..."

"Just let it in, kid."

"It's...hard."

"Better be; would be a fucking pain to try and fuck you soft."

"Nnngh...bad...bad joke, sir," the maned wolf said, despite getting a slight smile.

"Heh, can't be that bad. Better than nothing."

"Mmmph..."

"Just a little more..."

He took his time to slide forward, feeling it stretching a bit, then clenching tight as the younger male huffed, shivering. Kid couldn't have been more than nineteen, maybe a year younger. Didn't have that much experience yet.

Well, after tonight, he'd have some -

Olag's ears twitched, catching a ping that was just a hint too low for most species to hear, pitched to the subsonic registers that even he wouldn't have picked up without having an idea of what to listen for. Maybe some of the elephants further down the hall might have heard it normally, maybe Frank or one of the blue whales that he'd seen, but fucking hell.

Okay, only got ten minutes...

He'd have to speed this up. He spat on that pucker, pulling out and spreading the glob around with the head of his cock before pushing forward again. There was that stretch, that clench, and then -

"NNNGH!"

The slut-boy fell flat on his face, his body going limp and lifeless for a moment, even as his hole clenched hard. Olag groaned, grabbing the maned wolf by the tail and pulling him back, keeping him from sliding off his cock.

"Sorry, kid, we're gonna have to speed this up."

"Nnngh...I...I can't..."

"You can. You already did the hard part."

That was a lie. The hard part came when he got going. But fucking hell if he was gonna face his boss with a hard-on and blue balls.

Besides, he was inside. The kid could adjust soon enough.

Olag started moving, working his cock back and forth, intentionally going for the stuff that made him feel good. Quick movements, hard jabs, the sort of thing that made a smaller guy tighten up in shock and surprise. Every thrust carried him a little bit deeper, and he could feel the sheer fucking tightness clenching around him every time that he got another inch in. All that stretching had done fuck-all for the kid's ability to take someone his size, but this would set a whole new standard for the little guy. The maned wolf was going to have a hard time feeling anything with someone smaller from now on.

By the time a minute passed, he was fully sheathed. Two minutes, and he was jackhammering.

"Ah-ah-ah-ah!"

As the maned wolf gasped, groaned, panted under him, biting at the sheets and ripping holes through them, Olag picked up his speed. The bear jackhammered in and out of the little bitch, rutting that hole and putting it through its paces. Little tremors, soft whimpers, sudden shakes rocked the bed, and more than once, the maned wolf wheezed something that sounded like 'too much' or 'too fast,' but there was one word that was never said.

That word was 'stop.' The kid never said stop, so Olag didn't.

Smack, smack, smack went the polar bear's hips against that fluffy ass, rutting that hole. He looked down, watching as it swelled up from the hot friction of his thrusts, saw the way that it got all puffy and warm and pink. The way that it sucked him right back in, the smell-stink of the boy's pre-cum oozing out.

Boy. Heh. Damn. He was feeling it tonight, wasn't he?

The bear rammed forward, back, forward, back, feeling his balls rising, feeling that odd sense of pleasure getting stronger and stronger. He huffed under his breath, his eyes closing tightly as he reached the five-minute mark. His claws curled, cupping that ass while his other hand pulled the maned wolf by the tail. In and out, in and out, fuck, fuck, fuck that felt good.

And then, all the way in.

"Mmmph...nnngh..."

Olag felt every pulse through his cock, every low throb that came from his balls and went through his shaft. He held himself hilted, knowing that he was deep enough inside that there was no need to go harder, to really pump it deeper. The kid's asshole clenched hard around him, and he felt the familiar throbbing, tensing feelings that meant that there was another orgasm going on, that the kid was getting off on this.

And he knew that he'd be sending the little slut off with a swollen belly, too. He chuckled under his breath, patting the maned wolf on the hip as he pulled out. The swell and bubble of cum oozing from a pucker was as familiar and rewarding as the orgasm itself had been, and he smirked as he saw the mess that he'd left the kid to take care of.

Well, he could help with that. He leaned in and gave that hole a slow lick, dragging his tongue from the taint to the pucker, tasting his own seed, sweat, and more. He even went so far as to shove his tongue up that pucker, slurping along the inner walls and leaving the maned wolf trembling, before pulling back and grabbing the plug.

POP!

In it went, and the kid almost fell right on his face again. Olag laughed.

"Heh, ain't got much stamina to you, do you?"

"Nnngh..."

"That's alright. You get outta here, kid."

"Mmmph...you aren't...that much older than me."

"Old enough." Olag chuckled. "Now, get outta here."

"But - out? I'm supposed to be -"

"Consider yourself lucky, kid. You got to be my prize. Now, out."

They were down to three minutes when the maned wolf finally left his chambers, and Olag sat down, groaning as his cum-covered dick continued to drip. He could have gone another four rounds with that slut, easy, but there was no time, and he wasn't going to have that interrupted by a call.

Kid was right, though. The maned wolf might have been only nineteen, but Olag was barely twenty-one, despite looking at least a decade older. There were reasons for that, but no reasons that anyone here needed to know.

Three minutes passed, and the mirror hummed with the same subsonic tone that he had heard back at the start of his fun. The silver surface shimmered, replacing the image of himself on the bed with the image of a mouse in a red suit. The masked rodent looked at him with his head slightly cocked to the side.

"I assume that you just finished your prize," the mouse said.

"Yeah, boss. Would have done more, but you buzzed."

"For good reason. You're being abducted tonight."

Olag grinned.

"Yes, it seems that you've finally caught their notice," the mouse continued, shaking his head as he glanced off to the side. "According to our sources, you have approximately three and a half hours until you are 'disappeared' from the locker rooms."

"Finally. Been a pain in the ass holding back this long."

"I'm sure. But you will still need to do that."

"Come on. We're going into the dark rings, now. I can let loose."

"Not as far as you like...but more than you have been. I don't want them tracing this back to me just yet."

Olag rolled his eyes, but nodded. The Man in Red was a cautious master. He wanted to get things done his way, and he wanted them done quietly this time. Maybe next time it'd be more of a smash and grab. Olag preferred those types of ops.

"So, how they coming for me?" the bear asked. "Gassing the rooms, waiting for me to sleep, what?"

"We're thinking gas. There's been a few work orders sent out that don't appear to have come for anyone else in the dorms."

"Heh, explains the fresh air. Ain't going to be enjoying that for much longer, I bet," Olag said.

"Probably not. Don't fight it when it happens."

"Heh, not even a little?"

"Not even a little, Olag. We want this to go off without a hitch. This is our first chance in, and we won't get a second one. You've done well so far; don't trip at the finish line."

The bear nodded. The mouse looked off to the side.

"We're losing connection. We'll establish contact again when you're situated. Just find a way to upload with the implant we gave you, and we'll track the signal. We'll be in touch after. And Olag?"

"Yeah?"

"Don't show off too much."

"Hey, boss. It's me."

"That's why it bears saying."

The shimmer disappeared, and Olag was once more staring at himself. Shaggy-furred with a belly that refused to go away - something that had to do with his species rather than any personal habits - the bear couldn't help but shake his head at his own frame. When he sat, he always looked heavier than he was, and when he stood, he looked like a freight train bearing down on someone. There were no in-betweens, really.

He looked down at his dick, debated chasing down someone to fit the role of a fuck-toy for the next hour, then grumbled as he realized that the maned wolf would be long gone. Little slut wasn't going to stick around for his pleasure, not after that hard a fuck. Probably would be sorting himself out, thinking about his changing tastes, probably getting a thing for bears.

Well, least he had opened someone's eyes on that, heh.

He laid down, crossing his arms behind his head as he stared at the ceiling. The dark rings. That was going to be a fun time.

The Man in Red had this plan for a while, far as he could gather. The dark rings - that was his name for it, the boss called it something like the 'Arena of the Underworld' or some fancy shit like that - were where all the best fighters went. All those guys that were too violent for the standard arenas, too good, they all went down there. They fought for illegal vids and bets, and then, just as they were hitting their stride, when they were getting to the point of being well-known and pulling in all kinds of money and betting attention...they disappeared.

The Man in Red didn't want to save 'em, as far as he understood. He wanted to know where all these fighters were being shipped off to, what was happening to them, because this was the next thing to a fucking super-soldier project. The best of the best were sent there, put through hell-training, and then made to face other people that had gone through the same stuff. To keep the fights interesting, they got upgraded, augmented, modified. Anyone that got one of those soldiers would have someone a hell of a lot better than anyone in the cage matches here on their payroll, and that kind of fighting skill was something worth keeping an eye on.

That was why he was here. That was why he'd been undercover for the six months, beating the crap out of people and - most of the time - holding back just enough to not send them to the hospital. Frank had been an exception; he'd been riding high and not paying attention.

Least in the dark rings, he'd be able to let more out. Bit by bit, little by little, keeping 'em from needing to augment him by being able to keep up with everyone else. It'd be a challenge again, the kind of challenge that he hadn't had for far too long.

Olag idly nursed his cock with one hand, but the moment was gone. No point in jerking off. Might as well sleep.

#

The gas hissing through the vents woke him up, but true to the commands that the Man in Red gave, he didn't fight it. He breathed it in deliberately, feeling the fuzziness settling into the back of his skull. It was kinda like the good shit that the docs used when they needed him out of it for exams. Not quite strong enough to drag him to dream, but good enough to keep him floaty, fuzzy, almost numb.

The door opened after five minutes of the gas, and four silhouettes walked in. They poked him, prodded him. Tested his reflexes. He had to force himself to stay still and quiet, and it was hard; he didn't like it when they started lifting and lowering his limbs, and wanted to give them a smack for being annoying.

Didn't do it, though. He followed orders.

They eventually managed to roll him off the bed and onto some sort of hover-cart. Soon as he was on it, they covered him with a blanket. No, not a blanket, some kind of latex. It sealed to him, covering him up, and he realized that it was meant to keep him from moving.

The bear would have laughed if he'd been more sober. They thought that would contain him...

Well, he wasn't going to spoil their illusion. Not yet.

He closed his eyes. Time to sleep again.

#

When he woke up, he was pinned to a table, and someone had a needle in his arm. He opened one eye, looked down at the red coming up the needle and into a bag, and then further up at the stallion that was in the process of drawing his blood. The russet-red horse looked up as a heartbeat monitor kicked into higher gear, and their eyes met.

Olag chuckled as the horse's eyes widened. The bear leaned his head back.

"Lemme guess. Dark ring doctor?"

"How...you should still be unconscious."

"People keep telling me that. How much you take?" he asked, nodding to the needle while taking in the rest of his surroundings.

While the stallion muttered something about three vials, Olag made three quick observations. The first was that he was tied down to the table, restrained by metal bands around his ankles, his chest, his thighs, his waist, his neck, and his wrists. They were clearly taking no chances after seeing him fight, but he could tell that they still didn't know what kind of strength they were dealing with. Not by half.

The second was that the room was filled with monitors. This wasn't some sort of high-tech machine room; they still needed bio-workers, so the dark rings weren't so advanced as to have tech that was completely unknown to the rest of the world. The boss's worries that one of his competitors might have been involved seemed like it was a non-issue, at least from the tech that the docs were using right then.

Third was, well, he was still naked. And the doc's assistant, a ferret that looked rather embarrassed, was openly staring. Olag grinned, flexing his dick, and the ferret blushed further and looked away.

"Hey, ain't no shame in staring."

"You're awake...how...Sean, go and get Dr. Malfust," the stallion said. "This wasn't supposed to happen."

"Yeah, I'm sure a lotta things weren't," Olag said as the ferret went running. "Cute kid."

"They must have given you a sub-standard dose."

"Yeah, probably."

"You can't be awake."

"You're repeating yourself, doc."

He chuckled. Oh, if they were this confused this early, this was gonna be a fun fucking time. The bear closed his eyes, looking for all the world to be resting and relaxing.

In reality, he was pushing something else, some small part of him that nobody needed to know about just yet, back where it belonged. The frost that had started forming under the metal bands holding him down faded away as he crushed that little urge that was building in the back of his head.

Not yet, he thought.

Restrained...

Hey, we're safe. None of that.

Need to break them...

Nope. Need to fool 'em. And you're gonna do what I say, or you're going back in the cage.

...

Got me?

Hmmmph...

The presence faded away. Not a lot, but enough, and so did the cold that would have given the game away. They didn't have people like him here. Didn't have anything like him in the world.

That was the point of sending him, rather than someone like Sollon or one of the boss's other people. Sure, there were smarter guys on the Man in Red's crew. Sure, there were those that had other powers, other abilities, other things that they could do if they were beamed down to this universe and put to work at infiltration. But the ones that had abilities on par with his were a little too weird to fit in, and those that were more normal were weaker than him, to the point where they might be captured, overwhelmed.

Olag was different. Long as he paid attention to how hard he was swinging, he could fit in, and he could handle just about anyone. Long as it stayed one on one, at least.

He opened his eyes as the horse pulled the needle from his arm, still looking at him with eyes that were just a bit too wide. Olag chuckled again, shaking his head.

"Heh, doc, if this is freaking you out, you just wait."

"You know where you are...why are you so calm?"

"You kidding? This is where I wanted to be." He chuckled. "All my life, doc. Looking forward to cracking heads."

"...Something's wrong with you."

"Ain't the first one to tell me that."

Shnk. The door opened again, and Sean the ferret walked in, followed by a peacock doctor. Probably this Dr. Malfust guy. The peacock fixed him with a steady stare beneath those feathery eyebrows, his multi-colored tail-feathers twitching, not quite fanning, but obviously trying to.

The peacock stopped at the foot of the table. Judging by the little pressed-on insignias on the left side of his coat, he was some sort of figure of authority in this little lab, and from the narrowed-eyed expression he had, probably someone that had some inkling of things going wrong. He held out his hand, and Sean passed him a tablet of some sort.

Olag kept his mouth shut. The bear might not have had his boss's brains, but he knew when someone was playing the quiet game. No point in giving him something that he didn't already have.

"Have we checked this one's blood for anything out of place?" the peacock asked.

"Just started," the horse said. "But he shouldn't be awake already, should he?"

"Not this coherently," Dr. Malfust said. "And not this...intelligently."

"First time someone's described me as doing anything that way," Olag said with a chuckle. "So, you guys gonna let me up?"

"...Can you get up on your own?" the peacock asked.

"..."

"Something tells me that you can," Dr. Malfust continued. "You aren't afraid. Most fighters are."

"Most fighters don't think you exist," Olag said.

"And you did?"

"I heard about people disappearing. I heard that there was some place for the best fighters. I figure that, if that's where I am, I wanna be here."

"..."

"But if you want proof I'm good and strong -"

"We do," the peacock said.

"Well. Say no more."

Olag clenched his fist and started pulling. He amped up his strength slowly, pushing against the metal band holding him against the table a little bit harder, then harder still. The metal started to groan, creaking, and the stallion jumped back from the table. Olag strained himself a little harder, the muscle tension making certain parts of him twitch. But even as the metal started to twist up from the table, he knew that this was a long way from his full power.

He waited for the peacock to look surprised. That moment never came.

Heh, someone that's paying attention...well, that ain't good...

With a grunt, the bear broke his arm free. He held it up, waving his hand from side to side with a chuckle.

"See? Stronger than I look."

"...Quite a bit stronger...and possibly stronger than that," the peacock said. "Did the sensors pick up any real strain while he was doing that?"

Sensors?

Olag barely kept a frown off his face. Sensors. He hadn't thought about that; hell, he hadn't seen anything like body-scanners capable of reading vitals without being attached to someone. Yet, the horse turned to the computer consoles on the wall, read several monitors, and shook his head.

"None. He barely had an elevated heartbeat. Possibly none."

"...Well, now." Dr. Malfust looked down at him. "I think that we need to run a few tests on you. What's your name, bear? Your real name?"

"...Olag." He smiled. Now the real con began. "The name's Olag."

The End

Summary: Olag is the Man in Red's second in command, and the one that runs most of the muscle jobs. Today, he's part of a different kind of con.

Tags: M/M, Maned Wolf, Polar Bear, Locker Room, Arena, Series, Sponsored, Olag, Anal, Plug, Creampie, Rimming, Cum, Orgasm, Nudity, Pain, Fighting, Bondage, Nudity,